So now we come to The Real World San Francisco Ex-Plosion, Episode 11. Allow me to make the obvious Spinal Tap allusion, because we are of course at "11." "It's such a fine line between stupid and clever." Every time this show starts to get some inkling of nuance that might portent something deep, it quickly veers back into its normal two-dimensional stasis of booze and booty. Not that I seem to be complaining, because I am glued to each episode. It must be Stockholm Syndrome.
Hey Ladies: Tom has a twin brother! He jokes that he is better looking (h'yuck!) but he's a thinner, duller version who is very uncomfortable on camera. I wasn't paying too much attention to that subplot though because the whole Jenna/Jay thing has really heated up. Jenna is his blonde girlfriend-but-not-girlfriend, since he wont commit to her. She has low self esteem and no voice, though much percolates below her cranium. Jay is a dipshit and a 5 on the looks-o-meter, and no one can see what she sees in him. Jenny (Jenny, not Jenna... the former has much larger boobs and that's how you can tell the difference) even said that Jenna was "up here," holding her hand up high, and Jay was "down here," lowering her same hand to her waist.
On some unconscious level Jenna knows she's worth more than all this, so she did what any normal girl would do: She got all slutted up and headed out to the club to twerk against a wall. After a few drinks, all the girls in the house started to tell her how hot she was, like a coach pumping up the team before the big game. None of it mattered though, because all she had to do was see Jay again and she reverted back to her sad little spineless shell. We've all been there.
And speaking of clubs, would it shock you to know that they are going to the fucking lamest ones in The City? It would? You need help.
Putting generic people in generic clubs is just a symptom of this generic show's inevitable demise. The reason that The Jersey Shore worked was that it was a window into a particular group of people with their own culture. How about making a show that follows SF hipsters in the Mission? Or Satanists in New Orleans? Or steampunks in LA? Or freelance writers in Oakland? No? Bah.
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